Immemorial War God

"Elder Wang, I've already won. Can I register now?" Mo Feng walked to the opposite side of Elder Wang with the bloody axe in hand and said expressionlessly.    

    

"Hmph."    

    

Mo Feng's words were so ear-piercing at this moment, the Elder Wang gave a cold snort, gave Mo Feng a resentful look, and left with a flick of his sleeve. With Master Liao here, he no longer had the chance to deal with Mo Feng.    

    

"Mo Feng, you won't be so lucky next time!" looked at his retreating back with an ice-cold gaze. Next time you won't be so lucky, Old dog Wang, I will take your head sooner or later!    

    

"Hmph."    

    

The Master Liao looked at Elder Wang's back and snorted coldly. He still wanted to deal with Mo Feng, but fortunately Mo Feng was not dead, otherwise, would he really be easy to deal with?    

    

"Mo Feng, are you alright?" asked in concern.    

    

"No problem, thank you."    

    

Mo Feng shook his head, cupped his fist and said to Master Liao with a smile. Master Liao shook his head carelessly, threw a bottle of healing pills to Mo Feng and left.    

    

"Hurry up and heal your injuries. If you need anything, just call me."    

    

Looking at Master Liao's back, Mo Feng heaved a long sigh of relief. Master Liao had already helped him many times.    

    

Everyone watched as Master Liao left, speechless. He favored Mo Feng so much, what on earth made Mo Feng pay so much attention to him? Perhaps only a few of his disciples would be able to enjoy this kind of treatment.    

    

"Register."    

    

Mo Feng walked in front of the stunned registration officer and said indifferently. The registration officer's eyes were still on double-bladed man and Guo Xun's corpses. When he heard Mo Feng's words, he came back to his senses and turned to look at Mo Feng, especially at the horrifying injuries on Mo Feng's body. He swallowed his saliva in fear.    

    

If he were to kill two absolute experts with just his stellar state, he probably wouldn't be Mo Feng's match for too long.    

    

"How did he cultivate it?" Filled with bewilderment and fear, he tremblingly wrote Mo Feng's name on the register.    

    

"Dong Zhengyu's name is also written on there." Seeing that the registration officer only wrote his name, Mo Feng said coldly. This registration officer was the same as Elder Wang, he would not have a good attitude.    

    

The registration officer looked at Dong Zhengyu who was on stage, and could only write his name down.    

    

Mo Feng nodded slightly and turned to look at Dong Zhengyu. His injuries had stabilized and his essence energy was slightly better. As he turned to walk in front of the two, both of them looked at Mo Feng with eyes full of excitement.    

    

"What, are you all worried about me?" Looking at the two of them, the corner of Mo Feng's mouth twitched, and he said. Yi Jinglin laughed with Dong Zhengyu as he walked over and patted Mo Feng's shoulders.    

    

"To be honest, it's enough!"    

    

"Hiss, softer!" Mo Feng's shoulders shrank. The injuries he had suffered were not light, the only reason he was able to stand here was because of Jade Plate, the pain in his body could not be reduced. Yi Jinglin immediately retracted his hand and laughed awkwardly.    

    

Dong Zhengyu laughed, then suddenly turned serious and cupped his fists to Mo Feng:    

    

"Mo Feng, thank you."    

    

Mo Feng shook his head and did not say a word. He glanced at Yi Jinglin and understood.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

Unexpectedly, Dong Zhengyu was able to struggle and stand up. His body went limp as he knelt on the ground, but he did not stand up.    

    

"I have saved you twice, but I am unable to repay you for it. Please allow me to follow by your side!" Clasping his fist and speaking to Mo Feng, Mo Feng was startled. Then, his expression changed and he did not say anything.    

    

"Whoa!"    

    

Everyone was shocked upon hearing Dong Zhengyu's words. The number nine disciple in the inner sect was actually willing to acknowledge a three star talent as his master. Could it be that he had gone mad?    

    

"I saved him twice, so it's reasonable for me to follow him." One of them said, and everyone's eyes lit up, this was more acceptable, and should be like that, they only looked at Mo Feng with a heart full of envy, this was the ninth inner disciple, letting him follow them, what kind of glory would that be?    

    

"What is he hesitating for? "Still not agreeing." After the crowd discussed for a while, Mo Feng still did not say anything. He knelt on the ground and broke out in a cold sweat, feeling confused.    

    

"I'll do it. He won't refuse, right?"    

    

"He can't be that stupid, right? He's one of the top ten inner court disciples!"    

    

Everyone looked at Mo Feng in disbelief. No matter what, Mo Feng had no reason to reject.    

    

"Alright." Finally, Mo Feng nodded. As expected, Mo Feng continued:    

    

"Since you are determined to follow me, I will agree. However, if you do not join me, I will give you your freedom." Thinking about Fatty's matter, Fatty was the first person in his life to become a disciple, but in the end, he still left. Everyone had their own path, and even before the time of his true decision, he still chose not to easily accept them as his disciples.    

    

Dong Zhengyu was startled for a moment, and then lowered his head deeply.    

    

"Thank you, my lord!"    

    

"Get up." Mo Feng helped Dong Zhengyu up and turned to leave.    

    

"Not willing to join his faction? "What do you mean?" Everyone looked at Mo Feng strangely. They didn't understand what he meant, but because "freedom is yours" made them feel envious, it meant that Dong Zhengyu's freedom was not restricted at all. The right to follow and not follow was in Dong Zhengyu's hands, Mo Feng was not restricted at all.    

    

"I really don't know what he's thinking. He doesn't even hold such a powerful person tightly in his hands." Some people started to mock him again. Such a powerful being should be held tightly in their hands, yet Mo Feng gave them sufficient freedom. In their eyes, he was no different from an idiot.    

    

Mo Feng did not care what those people thought or said. No matter what he did, he would still say it.    

    

"Mo Feng, congratulations." Yi Jinglin smiled and cupped his fists to Mo Feng, not only did he succeed in registering, he even obtained a great general.    

    

"Stop talking, let's go." Mo Feng shook his head and cursed, Yi Jinglin laughed and shook his head, he continued to leave.    

    

"Mo Feng!"    

    

The three of them were walking halfway when someone suddenly walked in front and blocked their path. Dong Zhengyu and Yi Jinglin saw that and looked at each other.    

    

"Little Devil."    

    

Looking at the beautiful figure in front of him, Mo Feng said with a faint smile.    

    

"Hmph." Chen Xiaoyao looked at Mo Feng and snorted coldly, she sized up the injuries on Mo Feng's body, and a look of pain flashed in her eyes as she said in dissatisfaction:    

    

"You sure can. To be able to fight against double-bladed man and Guo Xun, and even win, you sure are amazing. I'm not even your match anymore."    

    

When Dong Zhengyu and Yi Jinglin heard his words, they looked at each other, their mouths puckering. Why did these words sound a little strange?    

    

A strange feeling surfaced in Mo Feng's heart as he looked at Chen Xiaoyao and smiled faintly. He knew that Chen Xiaoyao had a sharp tongue but a soft heart and was extremely concerned with him.    

    

"Little demon, I can beat anyone, but I don't even dare to attack you." Ye Zichen smiled. Chen Xiaoyao was startled, and then her face flushed red.    

    

"Smooth talker!"